When I was younger I flew the koop, no cage could keep me from flying this ***** grave of doom.
Life came to make friends with me, I agreed to stay.
It was great until the storm came, it washed away the sunshine, it drowned my mind in love and pain, it stole my jars of broken hearts, it broke my wings and forced me down, my chair became the cage now I’m back to being a slave to my health.
That’s life, you live and die, you suffer and fly, you climb mountains, float down rivers and lakes, you surfe the biggest waves.
In the end we end up in the grave.
Don’t forget to breathe, take longer breaths, just take your time; you’ve got unknown amounts of time.
This asthma induced disease we call life has no insurance or warranty.
So live well and you won’t go to bed regretting your dreams. Don’t cover yourself with the dirt from the roads you’ve built. Instead let go of all regret go to your dirt bed clean.